[scorpiofeelings23]

You’re an entire genre of music that I can no longer listen to. So painful to feel again what once was with the simple play of a button. The music of you evokes an entire tsunami of emotions in the pit of my stomach that seems will take a lifetime to settle down.

[scorpiofeelings23]

Late Night Thoughts pt2

a never ending storm. chaotic, destructive, and powerful. you’re sunk in a downward spiral that suffocates the mind. numbs. and leaves you disoriented. unrecognizable to the beauty before and after.

[remanence-of-love]

[perfectfeelings]

“I should have hugged you tighter the last time I saw you.”

—

[stay-close]

“For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.”

— Unknown

[juansendizon]

“Healing is listening to the same songs we shared together and learning that I am whole enough to still love them for my own happiness.”

— Juansen Dizon, Restoration

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[ninasdrafts]

“A favourite saying of my mother is “we keep a part of every single person we meet”. This way we can never forget anyone, not completely. A part of them always stays with us. I like to pretend I remember every tiny detail about everyone I’ve ever met, but I know that minds tend to grow quite full after a while and that we cannot hold on to every memory we make. After all, it would be too easy if we could choose which ones to keep and which ones to let go of. It makes me wonder what kind of imprint I’ve left on all the lives I’ve touched. What kind of impact I’ve made. Sometimes when I feel like I don’t even know myself, I wish I could gather all these different memories and pieces of me that stayed with somebody else and assemble them like a giant mosaic. Maybe this way I could look at myself and finally understand. I’ve been waiting for my pieces to fall into place for way too long. Even more than this, I wish I hadn’t met so many people so I could remember you better. Everything I saved of you will never be enough. If I’d known you’d leave, I would have saved every scrap. Last week, I randomly found myself thinking about the days we’d spent at the sea, all sun-warmed skin and freckles and laughter. The water was the same shade of blue-green as your eyes. I remember words you liked to use, stupid jokes and whole conversations about nothing and everything. I remember things that are so trivial and normal that they shouldn’t even matter, but somehow they still do. And today the worst thing happened, and I thought I’d forgotten the sound of your laughter. For a moment I couldn’t recall it. When it came back to me a few minutes later, a sound so pure and full of life and so, so familiar, I felt like an idiot for thinking I could ever forget. Not about you. Not in the slightest.”

— memory keeper II / n.j.

[longliveuslove]

“maybe the universe didn’t want us together, but i sure as hell did”

— but we can’t always get what we want, can we?

[longliveuslove]

“i know we could never be us again… but if the world was ending, you’d come over, right? because i can’t imagine spending my last night with anyone else.”

— right?

[longliveuslove]

maybe the universe decided that i was only ever meant to be your second to last. maybe not. maybe it’ll all work out and we’ll find each other again. when we’re older. when we’re wiser. when we least expect it. the age old story, you walk into a bar. our eyes meet. it’s like we never stopped looking for each other. when the universe decides to change it’s mind. when the universe gives us our happy ending. maybe we’d get it right this time.

[longliveuslove]

hey, it’s me.

i don’t know why i thought you’d pick up, you probably don’t even have my number saved anymore. i don’t have yours saved, either, but uh, you know i always had a thing for numbers. i know it’s been a while since we last spoke, like what, four years now? that bottle of wine i just drank made four years seem like not so long, but now that i’m saying it out loud... umm, i’m graduating college in a few months. the last time we spoke i was getting ready to graduate high school. i guess i’ll just always associate you with endings. i wish you cared about all of the things i’ve accomplished, all of the things i will accomplish. you said you’d always believe in me but i know you didn’t mean it, that’s just something you say to someone when you’re young and dumb. i said it, and i meant it, but that’s because i was in love with you, which was just another thing we never had in common. i thought i couldn’t live without you, but here i am, in spite of it all. i still talk to the moon about you, though, she knows all of my secrets. i ask her every once in a while to put in a good word with the big man for me. i know that divine intervention is the only way you’ll find your way back to me. but yeah, i know i’m going to regret leaving this message in the morning, but it’s 2am and i still love you and i just needed you to know that. okay, i don’t want to say goodbye to you again, so i’m just going to hang up, so yeah.

[9710144]

IG: @subculture.pdf

[scorpiofeelings23]

The night I looked into your eyes I knew.

The coldness I felt vanished with the warmth of your presence. Silence was filled by the melody of your laughter and the lullaby of your voice. And the darkness I saw no escape to, was illuminated by the stars above us and captured in the gleam of your eyes.

[naturaekos]

““Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…””

—

[naturaekos]

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”

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